Mudkip. Just... no. While water was critically important, there were numerous outlets from which to procure it. So much so that it was paradoxically not an issue they faced at all. Everyone brought a water type, so there was never an issue for it. Furthermore, this water type was wholely incapable of performing the necessary tasks on a worksite. Four legs were not efficient, and it did not have the speed to make for a good tool carrier.

Not to mention what they evolved into. Often times they made more of a mess than they prevented. Swampert was almost the exact opposite of what they were looking for. But he threw a poke ball at the creature that wallowed in a small puddle of mud anyway. It would make a fine friend for his Torchic.

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Catch attempt on Mudkip, 2/4 Safari Balls left

Grigori took the water with desperation and glugged it down like a drowning fish. It might look strange, but he hadn’t drank water for hours now. He’d run out on site, and the job had to be completed. Unfortunately for him, he chose to do so right as someone approached him.

“Hm?” He peered from his now empty clear glass towards the stranger. Very blue. Gorgeous. Talking to him. Him?

“I’m afraid I’ve done no dancing,” he admitted as he set the glass back down. A refill was in order. “But my place of work was rather… physically demanding today.”

No need to be specific. Let the mystery of the event play its part. “Do not fret it, the night is still young even if I am not. I have time aplenty to dance and--”

The music ceased suddenly. A shriek cuts through the crowd, yet food trays cut through them. The commotion gets his interest, but for once, he decided not to directly investigate. Trouble followed him everywhere else. It could not here. He wouldn’t let it.

“I’m sure that was… nothing,” he cleared his through loudly, “Anyway. I am here to enjoy the festivities, but I must ensure I do not hurt myself in the process. How about yourself?”

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Tl;dr

 - Drowning himself in precious WATER

 - Greets and assures the stranger that he's just tired fro work

 - For once, does NOT run to the sound of screaming (I just don't wanna okay)

 - The three berries are defined as Hard

Torchics weren't as fast as their Hoennian sibling. Sure, they had the ability to be faster than fast, but it started out slow. It had to build up to the high point. Their temperments weren't as destructive, but they had a penchant for combat. After all, they did evolve to gain the Fighting type. It was as much a help as it was a hindrance.

The bigger and much more prevalent issue was the Fire typing. The Torchic in front of him wasted no time in incinerating the first dead leaf of the pre-pre-autumn. It ran around the ember with glee, as if it was proud of its accomplishment. It would not do for a construction site to revel in destruction. It'd burn the entire place down with happy chirps.

But it was cute. So Grigori threw a Safari ball at it-- it could reside in his private collection of Pokemon instead.

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Catch attempt on Torchic, 3/4 safari balls remain

Miltank rolled forward. A barrel, an unstoppable object that’d destroy every single bone in his body if it connected with him. There was a reason people and Pokemon did not fight often: it was an impossible struggle. The creatures were simply too strong. It did not take much to break a human. Such was the case even now.

But this wasn’t a man. Little more than a monster chased after the duo, and monsters did not play fair– as much as their foes did, anyway. “Scizor!”

“SCIZZZZZ–”

Red rushed rapidly forward. Wings quickly beat and carried the furious exoskeleton directly into the path of the rolling cow. Even as the mass of meat slammed into his body. Yet it was not a one-sided attack: Pincers rapidly punched into the pink mass until it would surely be black and blue the next day.

Close Combats were like that, and Scizor was like that. Merciless. Hot-blooded. Let it give him the strength for his next attack.

“Too slow.”

Monsters were different from the kind to let mistakes flourish. The opposite, if anything. When Keiko fell, she fell hard. Even if gravity pressed his bones harder into his muscles, they were plenty strong enough to carry him the last few feet forward. Directly in front of her.

“Too late.”

Alba. Rex. Keiko. All had failed to stop the machine. None of them should’ve been surprised, or even upset, when he clapped his hands together and slammed the ball of raw strength directly into the side of her torso.

But none of the fault lay with them. It all rested upon his shoulders.

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Alba Evovae keiko mori Althus Rex

10 MP for post
50 MP showcase your own character's strength(s) meaningfully (Grigori PUNCH)

GIVE THIS TO ME FOR JULY WITH annalise henderson !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ASPEAR

🥄 TEACHES A LEVEL UP MOVE.
 - Trash

LEPPA

🥄 TEACHES A TM/TR MOVE.
 - Supercell Slam to Two Hand Sam (Replace Thunder Punch, June)

ORAN

🥄 EVOLVES STAGE 1 → STAGE 3. (E.G. RIOLU → LUCARIO).
 - Mienfoo - Mienshao (June)

CHESTO

🥄 EVOLVES STAGE 1 → STAGE 2 or STAGE 2 → STAGE 3.
 - Torracat to Incineroar (Grigori)

SITRUS

🥄 TEACHES AN APPLICABLE MOVE (E.G. ANY FROM GEN 7-9 LEARNSET, TM/TR, MOVE TUTOR, EGG TUTOR).
 - Earthquake to Iron Treads (June)

KEE

🥄 FULLY ALTER A POKEMON'S MOVESET WITH LEVEL UP MOVES.
 - Trash

PECHA

🥄 ALLOWS YOU TO CHANGE YOUR POKEMON'S FORME (ALOLAN/GALARIAN, ROTOM, WORMADAM, LYCANROC, ETC.) ALONGSIDE ANY APPLICABLE ABILITIES OR MOVES. FORME CHANGES THAT ONLY AFFECT THE POKEMON'S APPEARANCE ARE EXEMPT FROM REQUIRING A PURCHASE.
 - Trash

PECHA

🥄 ALLOWS YOU TO CHANGE YOUR POKEMON'S FORME (ALOLAN/GALARIAN, ROTOM, WORMADAM, LYCANROC, ETC.) ALONGSIDE ANY APPLICABLE ABILITIES OR MOVES. FORME CHANGES THAT ONLY AFFECT THE POKEMON'S APPEARANCE ARE EXEMPT FROM REQUIRING A PURCHASE.
 - Trash

MALLOW SPECIAL

🥄 GRANTS THE POKEMON ACCESS TO Z-MOVES. YOU DO NOT CREATE A CUSTOM Z-MOVE WITH THIS REWARD.
 - Regieleki (June)

MAX HONEY

🥄 UNLOCKS THE GIGANTAMAX FACTOR FOR A POKEMON WITH A GIGANTAMAX FORM; CAN ALSO BE USED TO EVOLVE A SHADOW POKEMON.
 - Knight the Corviknight (June)

MEDALI RICE BALL

🥄 APPLY A TERA-TYPE OF CHOICE TO A POKEMON.
 - Tera Fire to Regieleki (June)

Grigori Sokolov was a man known for his pointedness for time schedules. Whenever something was planned, he showed up at least twenty minutes early. If he was on time, then something had gone amiss. His breath would heave as he attempted to explain the setback he experienced. How unfortunate it was. How horrible.

So when he showed up nearly ten minutes late, one would think him dead. Except he was very much alive, dressed up in the simplest of sweat-soaked red T-shirts and mud-caked blue jeans. Not only had Petalburg been running late, he managed to fall into a wayward puddle on site.

When he considered how late he already ran to this illustrious event, he didn’t dare think a change of clothes. A costume party? Then so be it: he was now Grigori the Construction Worker. And, perhaps the best thing was that his identity would remain a secret. No ‘Grigori’ necessary.

No one would know who breathed heavily into the face of a Haunter. His accessories were taken, and his mask better affixed to his face. A rather simple thing, a pure white blank slate for which others to make assumptions off. Was he plain? Simple? Did he let his honeyed words do the talking rather than fashion?

No: it was the only thing left in stock at Halloween City.

“Thanks,” he said as he finally reached the grand hall. So many people, yet so little to… do? Eerie music clung to the air like dust, and murmurs the stage for which they were set. Food, drink, delights– what else was there to ask for?

Companionship. And water. Water first. He made his way to the bar and took a seat in one of the stools. He didn’t know how much his body ached until it wasn’t standing any longer. Relief was immediate.

“Water, please,” he begged. While he waited, he simply took in the scene with a deep breath. All was well. Now was the time to relax.

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Tl;dr
 - Grigori shows up as a construction worker with a plain white face mask
 - As soon as he arrives, he books it to the bar and begs for water
 - Takes in the pretty scene and simply looks at all the people around (will socialize next round due to time of this post)

Treecko. Agile, busy bodies that were well known for their ability to wreck havoc on the battlefield. But it did not stop there: they were also known to wreck the inside of your home just as fast as they would a construction site. They could grow up to be powerful creatures, as well as mega evolve. But that would take time and training.

Training that he was no at all interested. As the creature ran up a tree to safety, Grigori tread on and past the green Pokemon. It would certainly be more trouble that it was worth.

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4/4 Safari Balls remain

Grigori took the alloted balls with a small nod of his head and a muttered thanks. Even if his body desired a nap on June's couch, he had been sent out to see what could be used for the Rocket repair efforts. Unfortunately for him, he suspected that none of the Pokemon present for the month would be beneficial. He heard rumors of the selected creatures, but it was not his place to talk back to his superiors.

Only to do as they willed and return mostly empty handed. Thus, he ventured out into the Safari zone without any sense of purpose or reason. 

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4/4 Safari Balls remain

I am going to SELL my Shiny Zigzagoon obtained from the 6th anniversary awards for 100 PD

All was well.

Until the thuds got closer and closer. At first he considered it super distant. Then, the skittering legs on Map became still. Then the ground shook, birds flew in a flurry, and he heard the sound of grating metal. He opened a curious eye to one side, then the other. Then behind.

That's when he came face to face with a massive, rocky creature. Aggron.

But it was just as happy with the world as he was. That's why it side-stepped him my mere centimeters, then collapsed onto the ground with one final shake. There, it closed its eyes and... purred?

"Nothing wrong with a companion." Grigori once more closed his eyes and absorbed the sunlight.

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Catch attempt on Aggron.

Grigori Bingo Sheet